Mansi Verma, a middle-class girl with an unquenchable passion for dance, crosses paths with Teron Hernandez-a young billionaire born into one of the wealthiest families, who owns multiple businesses and brands and is one of Bollywood's most celebrat...
I believed that in a few months, my feelings for him would fade. Maybe it was just infatuation.
Now I was back in my hometown, many kilometers away from him. I thought distance would help me move on, but I was wrong. Each day, he still crossed my mind, and I had no idea how to shake that feeling.
Anyway, life didn't pause for emotions. It was time to focus on my studies. I was planning to become a software developer. Before the dance reality show, I had already submitted my college preferences, and Mumbai was one of the cities I'd chosen. It had some of the best dance institutes, and I wanted to continue training alongside my degree if I got the chance.
Months later, when the results came, I got selected in both Delhi and the City of Dreams. The moment I saw 'Mumbai' on the screen, my heart started racing. His face instantly came to mind. I didn't know why, but suddenly it felt like a second chance.
I told Sakshi, my best friend, about it.
She didn't even hesitate. "His city? You go, girl. It's time," she said, as if she already knew my answer.
And then, without me even asking, she added, "I'm coming with you. It's going to be so much fun. New city, new adventures... maybe even a boyfriend for you. After all, you're eighteen now. We seriously need to do something about that."
"As if he'd even remember me," I muttered.
She smiled. "There's only one way to find out."
That was Sakshi. Always fearless when it came to my decisions, always standing beside me before I even made up my mind.
We had grown up together since I moved to this town in fourth standard. She was more than a friend—she was home. Bold, confident, and unshaken by anything life threw at her. And somehow, she always made my biggest decisions feel lighter.
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Now came the hardest part—convincing my family.
I didn't mention Delhi. I only spoke about the college offer in Mumbai. Since it was for my future and Sakshi was coming along, they eventually agreed.
But somewhere in the back of my mind, doubt kept creeping in.
It had been a year since I last saw him. A whole year since we had met properly. Would he even remember me?
Still... I remembered his words before we parted.
"Whenever you're in Mumbai, let me know. We'll meet."
I still had his number saved.
My fingers hovered over his name for a long time before I finally gathered the courage to text him.
"Hi Teron, this is Mansi. How are you?"
After that... nothing. He didn't see it for hours.
And in those hours, I kept questioning myself—whether I had done the right thing, whether I should've just stayed silent, whether this was just another foolish hope.
Then suddenly, my phone rang.
His name flashed across the screen.
My heart jumped.
I picked up.
And just like that, everything else faded.
We talked for hours. His voice felt strangely calming, like I had been holding my breath for too long. I didn't even realize how much I had missed hearing him until that moment.
And then I told him the truth—that I might be coming there.
There was a pause. Then I heard him smile through the phone.
"Then it's time to meet. Isn't it?"
"June 16th," I said softly. "The day we'll meet."
"June 16th then," he repeated.
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